You were on a date with this cute boy who claimed to not have been able to change into something nicer for the date since he had work until just half an hour before the date. His messy black hair and dark circles around his black eyes were further evidence that he might not have been lying.

Throughout the date you found it hard to get him to talk much about things other than his boring office job. Though, you couldn't help but feel bad for the guy.

When the date ended, he offered to pay the bill, but he card declined. With a heavy sigh, the two of you split the bill instead.

The date certainly could have gone better, but you still thought he was kind of cute and his demeanour a little endearing. So you asked him if you could spend more time with him at his place. Shocked by your offer, he ended up begrudgingly agreeing and he took you home to his apartment.

His apartment was extremely messy. Boxes and garbage were strewn across the floor, empty drink cans were stacked on the side of the kitchen sink, and it didn't help the fact that the apartment was cramped.

"Sorry... I don't usually have time to clean up..." his voice was soft and quiet, though had a little bit of edge, "I don't get visitors, so I'm fine with living in my filth alone..."